We have all become
The shadows of our aching love
The ghost of who we strived to be
Souls left to find greater things
Bodies piled empty
The starless evening sky
A black dress in sweltering, late July
Run away from realty
Run while you can
Stuck in the same routine
The same little lies
The same short words
But it keeps you alive
The jungle is dangerous
Especially alone
But the jungle can creep
Right into your home
And when home isn’t safe
Where do you go?
Back to the safety
Of one soul alone
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